With their anger and hatred set onto solid ground, the highblood feels his arousal ramp up dangerously. It's been such a long time since he felt such a hatred and longing all at the same time, and he has to admit that he missed it.

His fingers slide into his pants, more than prepared to pull them down at any given time. They seem to be fondling between his legs, though it's hard to tell with how he moves his hips up. His claws bend slightly in anticipation, scratching his back just a little, shivering at the give of skin beneath his claws.

"Heh-" Is pretty much all he can get out as their mouths and teeth mash against each other, their blood flowing and mingling, bloodying lips and chin. He breathes in heavily through his nose, impatient snarls and growls reverberating deep within his throat, and his free hand busily tugs down the front of Summoner's pants.

Final-motherfucking-ly.